Chapter 338 – Ripple across time
The City was completely ruined.
If one could see it from above, all one would witness were clouds of smoke that gave you the mercy to spare your eyes from the dreadful sight hidden behind those thick grey and red smokes.
Silver City was now only debris and shattered rocks, added with the blood of the fallen as the chosen painting color. The scent was thick with the stench of iron, but also of despair and hatred.
Inside and around it, from beneath rocks or beside the corpse of a fallen or even from the wandering…you could hear the wailing of the wounded, and the anguish of the ones still alive.
High above the sky, Lord Silver was floating, yet one could see him wobbling sporadically, having difficulty remaining steady. His silvery wings were shredded and bloodied, the flesh underneath clearly visible.
